I awoke in a rather strange place. It was dark and cool. Before I could determine where I was I had to let my eyes adjust. I appeared to be in some sort of room, it looked to be Victorian style almost. The scary thing was I could not move. My wrists and ankles were bound to a bed or table or something. I tried again to move and then I heard a voice.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. She'll punish you for that".
"Who's there? Wh--..where am I?", I asked.
"A place of pleasureful torture.or so that is what they call it. Too much of something can kill you eventually."
"Pleasure and torture should not be used in the same sentence. Why am I here?"
"You were chosen I suppose. She saw you and wanted you for herself".
"Who?"
Just as I uttered those fateful words, I hear a door open and the lights begin to come on slowly. Then I heard her.
"Good evening my pretties, my pets. How are we this evening? Good I hope."
Then I saw her. She had jet black hair tied back in a pony tail, black boots laced up to her knees, and a vinyl teddy barely covering her breasts. She was not bad looking, but I am not really into the whole S & M thing.
"Ah, and here is our newest edition.I will call you Magenta, because your eyes are almost that color. We'll start out slowly with you, Magenta, for this evening."
She smiled somewhat and snapped her fingers and four women came toward me, all nude. Three blondes and a brunette. At this point I got an idea of what was going to happen. It was exciting and yet frightening at the same time. What the hell is wrong with this woman? Can't she get a date on her own, rather than kidnapping and breaking and entering? Good Lord.
The mistress just stood back and watched as one of the blondes straddled me and began kissing me forcefully. I felt a tingle between my legs and realized that the brunette was going down on me. My hands were bound above my head and my legs were bound at the ankle and the thigh. I was helpless. The blonde straddling me got down and began suckling my left breast, and another blonde came over and began licking my right one. The last blonde came over by my head and began kissing me quite passionately. I figured by now the mistress liked to watch rather than do it herself. Bitch.
In a way I was in Heaven. It had been awhile since anyone had ever touched me like this, let alone more than one person at a time. I moaned with pleasure every now and then. I squirmed in my restraints and cried out with ecstasy. I managed to look up and to my surprise (go figure) there was a mirror, so I could see myself. It was actually neat for awhile. I noticed several other girls coming from all over in the reflection. They were kissing me and touching me all over, and kissing each other and going down on the ones who were giving me pleasure. Finally I hit that crucial climax and came. But the brunette did not stop. She kept licking and sucking and lapping. I was trying to get away but I couldn't. Oh my God I am going to cum again.maybe a third time. Oh it felt so good. Her tongue between my thighs, it made me feel like a goddess.well an enslaved goddess. Yes! I came a second time, and a third. I could not take anymore. I cried out for mercy.
"Mercy? You want mercy? Hah! You get it when I say you have had enough."
She then motioned to the girls to continue with their torture. Now I know what the other girl meant when she said it was torturous pleasure, who by the way was masturbating in her cell while watching and listening to me. I had to roll my eyes at that point. Stupid lesbians.